Enrollment

Xuan Xiao reached Shrek's eastern gate in just fifteen minutes. By now, many of those who had come to register had already left.

He walked up to the student in charge of registration, took out the letter of recommendation from his storage ring, and placed it on the table.

The student took it and gave it a glance. After confirming that the recommendation letter was valid, he casually handed Xuan Xiao a form.

"The registration fee is ten Gold Soul Coins. Once paid, it will not be refunded."

Xuan Xiao set down ten Gold Soul Coins and picked up the form to look it over.

The form was very simple, with only four fields: name, age, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level.

There was nothing about soul skills, Soul Ring configurations, or anything else.

Xuan Xiao picked up the pen on the table and filled it out in a few swift strokes.

Name: Xuan Xiao

Age: Twelve

Martial Soul: Wind Elf

Soul Power Level: Thirty-nine

The student yawned and absentmindedly took the registration form.

But after one glance, his entire body froze as though he had been struck by lightning.

"Thirty-nine! Y-you-you-you're level thirty-nine!"

The student's voice shot up several octaves, drawing the attention of the remaining applicants nearby.

Xuan Xiao did not explain. He merely raised a hand calmly.

White currents of wind instantly surged from his body, enveloping him and forming a rapidly spinning eye of the storm.

Within the vortex, the phantom of a five-meter-tall giant slowly emerged.

It had six pristine white wings, an azure-blue body, and golden armor covering its entire form.

Most eye-catching of all were its fists, three times larger than normal proportions and likewise clad in heavy golden armor. Merely looking at them was enough to sense their terrifying explosive power.

When the student saw Xuan Xiao's Martial Soul, his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"A Wind Elf? You're telling me that thing is a Wind Elf?"

His voice was full of despair as he pointed at the majestic giant phantom, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Xuan Xiao withdrew his Martial Soul and shrugged indifferently.

"Can I go in now?"

The student tossed him a string of keys and waved him away as if shooing a fly.

"Go, go, go. Stop standing here and rubbing it in."

He really did feel like hanging himself. He was an old student about to enter his fourth year, yet his Soul Power was only level thirty-five.

Meanwhile, this twelve-year-old freshman had just registered at level thirty-nine.

The gap was so huge that it made him question his entire life.

Xuan Xiao caught the keys and turned toward the dormitory area.

Shrek Academy's campus was vast, with towering trees lining both sides of the roads. From time to time, he saw students in uniform hurrying past.

As he walked, he surveyed his surroundings and considered how to stir things up next.

When he arrived beneath the dormitory building, he saw a crowd gathered ahead.

In the middle of the crowd, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were locked in a fierce fight.

Huo Yuhao was clearly at a disadvantage. Wang Dong was suppressing him, and his face was already bruised.

Meanwhile, on a recliner not far away, an old man lounged leisurely, squinting as he watched the fight.

The old man looked utterly ordinary, dressed in plain gray cloth like some elderly fellow basking in the sun.

But Xuan Xiao knew that this man was Shrek Academy's stabilizing pillar: Mu En, the Dragon God Douluo.

An idea immediately occurred to him.

If he ruined Mu En's first impression of Huo Yuhao, he would surely earn Deviation Points too.

That was all money!

Without another word, Xuan Xiao walked over to the recliner as though he already knew the man. He took a small folding stool from his storage ring, snapped it open, and sat down.

Then he pulled out two bananas from the ring and handed one to Mu En.

"Grandpa, just watching the show is boring."

Mu En accepted the banana, momentarily stunned before he broke into a smile.

"You brat sure know how to enjoy yourself."

"Shrek Academy never said we weren't allowed to eat fruit."

Xuan Xiao peeled his banana and took a bite, his gaze falling on the two people still tangled in battle.

Huo Yuhao kept getting beaten back. Wang Dong forced him to retreat again and again, and several times he nearly fell.

Still, it was clear that the kid was resilient. Even after taking so many hits, he had not gone down.

However, as time passed, something increasingly seemed off about Huo Yuhao's gaze. It looked as though he was truly beginning to lose his temper.

Xuan Xiao shook his head and sighed.

"Ah, people these days sure have short fuses."

He tossed the remaining banana peel onto the ground, rose to his feet, rolled up his sleeves, and walked forward.

Wang Dong was in the middle of enjoying herself when she saw someone approaching. Her brows furrowed.

"Don't get in my way!"

The moment the words left her mouth, she prepared to throw a punch at Xuan Xiao.

But before she could swing, the sky above her suddenly went dark.

Boom!

After a dull crash, Wang Dong was slammed directly into the ground by a massive palm of Soul Power.

A clear, human-shaped shallow crater was imprinted in the ground. Wang Dong lay embedded within it, limbs spread wide, completely stunned.

The surrounding crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone stared at the scene in dumbfounded shock.

Xuan Xiao withdrew his hand, dusted off his palms, and looked down at Wang Dong in the crater.

"Academy rules prohibit fighting anywhere outside the Soul Arena. If you want to be expelled, then keep going."

His voice was not loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the silent scene.

After saying that, he paid no attention to Wang Dong's reaction and turned to walk into the dormitory building.

The moment he arrived outside Room 109, Xuan Xiao felt his mind begin to buzz.

It felt as though ten thousand bees were flying around his ears, making his head ache.

Sure enough, his Deviation Points were rapidly increasing.

He hurriedly called out in his mind to turn off the notification. Otherwise, he would sooner or later end up with a concussion.

The commotion was too intense and too frequent. If it kept ringing, forget walking—he would get dizzy just standing still.

Xuan Xiao rubbed his temples and leaned against the doorframe to catch his breath.

That slap had directly pulled Mu En's attention away from Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

Not only had this move earned him Deviation Points, but it had also made the Dragon God Douluo remember him. Killing two birds with one stone.

Meanwhile, downstairs from the dormitory building, Mu En was still seated in that recliner.

He watched Xuan Xiao's disappearing back at the dormitory entrance, peeled the banana in his hand, and took a bite.

This kid is not simple.

Mu En narrowed his eyes, chewing the banana as he pondered inwardly.

He had only just enrolled, yet he was already close to becoming a Soul Ancestor. The density of his Soul Power was also beyond comparison with ordinary people.

In terms of Soul Power density alone, Mu En at level thirty-nine would absolutely not have been Xuan Xiao's match.

If anyone else heard that, their jaws would likely drop.

Mu En, the Dragon God Douluo, was a figure standing at the peak of the Douluo Continent.

Yet he had personally admitted that, at twelve years old, he had been inferior to a mere young boy.

But that was exactly what Mu En thought, and he did not consider it an exaggeration in the slightest.

That boy's Soul Power was frighteningly solid, like refined iron tempered through countless hammerings.

It was utterly different from the hollow Soul Power of those who had been forcibly built up with medicine and resources.

He was now very curious about what that boy's Martial Soul actually was.

Mu En stuffed the last bite of banana into his mouth and casually tossed the peel into the nearby trash bin.

He looked around, saw that no one was paying attention to him, and vanished from the spot in a flash.